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“The Churches of St. Louis Are Collapsing, and No One Cares" (Evan39)
| Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e | 05/25/25 |
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Date: May 25th, 2025 2:45 AM Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing) Date: May 25th, 2025 3:11 AM
Author: Evan39, New York Times "Heartland" Rot Correspondent (Preferred Pronouns: Everything’s Fine)
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“I really like it here,” said no one, ever.
ST. LOUIS — The cathedral was missing a roof.
Not metaphorically. Not spiritually.
Literally—gone.|
Its red bricks gaped skyward, like a drunk priest mid-confession, praying for rain to finish what time had already started.
I stepped around shattered stained glass and what might’ve once been a pew.
Or a crib. Or a coffin. It was hard to tell. This was Church #5 on the day.
None were active. One had been turned into a vape warehouse.
Another, a haunted escape room called Pope’d.
Locals didn’t flinch.
“Oh that one?” said DeMarcus, 47, lighting a Newport with a spark plug. “Been like that since Obama’s 1st term. Maybe second. My cousin got married there. Then shot there. Same day.”
Urban "decay" in St. Louis doesn’t announce itself — it just leans slightly, then quietly collapses.
A baroque steeple pierced the skyline like a broken bone.
3 blocks down, a church once praised for its Tiffany windows was now squatting under a “FOR SALE BY LAND BANK” sign, while a family of raccoons held mass inside.
St. Louis isn’t dead — it’s forgetting.
Each abandoned church another neuron gone. Each gutted parochial school a synapse misfiring. This city is experiencing spiritual Alzheimer’s.
But the arch still gleams. As if to say, “This was once a place. This meant something.”
I asked a man in front of a shuttered BBQ joint if he knew how many churches had been abandoned within five miles. He didn’t answer. He just laughed.
“You think we count?”
He was right. Nobody counts in "St. Louis." Not churches. Not schools. Not bodies. Only crime scenes and potholes get numbered here.
As I left the ciTTTy, I passed a final church, now repurposed into an e-bike warehouse.
A billboard above it read: “Revive St. Louis!”
The “V” had fallen off.
Everything is fine. |